Massage Table for Two

Set on the counter were the scissors, barrel curlers, and blow dryer. On the massage table were the freshly-laundered and folded towels. Ganesh was lit and and placed in three incense figurines, and the eastern harmony sound of 'chakras' being played as a CD floated throught the air with the incense. I awaited Priya and Sreeram.

Ayurvedic massage had come to me as my dharma, along with yoga and an understanding of the seven chakra centers. Ubtan beausy massage and marmas, the ancient art of reflexology, accompanied my newest of sensual arts. My newest clients had come to me from a culture historically associated with these arts, and from a small community near us called Ramsgate. Priya's hair was long, raven-colored, with a rich sheen, and her body svelte and poised. Sreeram was a cute far Eastern Indian with a quick, clever smile and a soccer-player's body, his hair short and thick.

My husband has asked me why I had never wanted and experience with a 'black guy,' and encouraged me to consider it. Prior to meeting Sreeram I had taken a yoga class and met Priya, another devotee. We hat talked and I had thought to invite her to my salon for a shampoo and conditioning treatment, ubtan beauty massage. Because her hair was so thick and hung heavy, I had suggested to her that she should consider a 'vortex layer-cut' to keep the length but subtely layer her heavy hair, to give it more body and style versatility. Moreso, I wanted to try a three and four-tail updo with her hair, to be creative with it, have it in my fingers. She had agreed to my offer.

We spoke about Sreeram, and about her relationship with him, and she invited me to go with her to watch him play soccer one evening. We sat together, talking and watching, and I touched her shoulder and arm and confided in her that I was attracted to her. Her head turned away to view the playing field, and when she turned back her eyes dared to answer me without a word being spoken. I knew the taboo about lesbian relationships from her culture.

This day she brought Sreeram with her, and they were polite and cheery. Their words were spoken in voice-tones so foreign to me matched the setting, and they eased into our time together. Sitting in my salon chair, I pushed her back and made sure her guy watched as I sprayed and shampooed her thick hair, leanding close enough to her that our upper bodies touched. My low-cut tank top allowed me the freedom of bare arms and my tits perked as I reached into Priya's hair to rinsed and squeeze out the shampoo. Our tits touched through fabric, and our mouths met in anticipation when I first kissed her. Her lips were delicate and sweet, with the flavor of jasmine tea. Returning the chair to upright position, I untangled and smooth-combed her hair, and taking partititions and pinning them around her head, I began my precision cut to create her new hairstyle. As I worked with her, I kissed her often, at the ears, behind her ears, and her sensous Indian mouth.

Priya's guy Sree watched us in enchantment. Also aware of his cultural taboo, the setting had calmed him. Sensing his acceptance, I walked to him and placed my hands on his shoulders, bending to kiss his mouth also. He welcomed my lips on his and breathed in as his throat chakra opened for me. Sucking lightly on his upper lip, I released him and returned to Priya, taking off her combout cape, and asking her to stand. In front of Sree I took of Priya's button-down blouse and removed her bra, hand massaging one breast and then sucking and tongue-swirling her tit. Next I had Sree stand, and together Priya and I took down his cotton chinos, and my tank top and bra, and took Sree to the massage table and had him sit, and held his rising cock, the Indian lingam, in my hand and felt him enrich and his softness harden. With one glance at Priya, I leaned to cover his head and sucked down over his erection, my first taste of black and pink lingam. Staying there with his head in my mouth, my hand moved to his plums and lifted them pushing his erection against his belly, licking down his nerve, and sucking his charms, opening his sex root chakra.

With Priya standing behind me, I stopped and turned to her, taking her by the hand, and took again to the salon chair. Sitting her into it again, I took her soft, dryed hair with its new lightness into my hands, embraced her in the chair, and began a light ubtan massage on her breasts, sucking each of them, opening her heart chakra and then down to just below her belly, the breathing chakra, and down to her yoni, the sex chakra. Kissing and licking her across her thigh and to the pink pearl of my yoni desire, I licked her and awakened her into full kundalini chakra awareness and tasted her delightful lotus flower. I called Sree to stand near, and alternately I held and sucked over his lingam head, and licked over and into her flower. Our taboo created a divine moment as together we felt the pure kundalini energy flow.

The time was now for them to taste my yoni, and I moved to the massage table and layback, spreading and offering lotus blossom to my newest lover partners.

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